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Side Sim: Honor Before Defeat (Holodeck)

Posted Aug. 27, 2020, 9:18 p.m. by Lieutenant Junior Grade K'sang Duras (Chief Science Officer) (Dustin Smith)

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade K’sang Duras (Chief Science Officer) in Side Sim: Honor Before Defeat (Holodeck)
The soft flicker of firelight danced throughout the chamber as two figures collided once more, the thud of flesh echoing with each blow while two combatants gave it their all before spectators. One gladiator a battle scarred Klingon, the other a Gorn.

The room exploded in rancorous applaud as the Gorn struck a sound blow that sent K’sang to one knee. “Filthy Pa’taq, you should crawl back to your mothers teet and suckle like the Qa’hom you are!” the Gorn hissed as it began to showboat strutting around the arena.

“Never turn your back on an opponent…” K’sang growled, with a surge of speed the Klingon dove for the Gorn and roared as he ripped his opponents feet out from underneath. Clutching the Gorn’s ankle he wrenched the creatures foot to one side to the sound of a sickening pop. The Gorn howled in agony as K’sang continued to wrench the foot upward before the Gorn managed to roll to his side and kick K’sang in the stomach. The Klingon staggered backward as he heaved onto the arena floor.

“Dirty cheat!” The Gorn shouted as it rose, gingerly managing its ankle. “I’ll drink blood wine from a challis made from your skull!” Throwing a massive punch at the Klingon. K’sang met the Gorn with a blood fueled cry and headbutted the Gorn’s fist. Again the Gorn howled as bone emerged from the back of its hand, yet before it could regain control of the fight. K’sang drove his knuckles into the creatures throat.

Standing over the collapsing Gorn, K’sang snorted and turned his back to his opponent as he walked off the arena. “All talk…”

K’sang, CSO

Running fingertips over his side the dull ache reminded him of the past, You pathetic mak’dar! a voice echoed in the recesses of his mind. * You are not worthy to call yourself a warrior…* ghosts of the past back to renew unfinished work. K’sang hung his head low with a sigh, why would things be any different here? Change the ship, change the uniform, it didn’t matter. Everywhere he looked he was met with contempt, among his own people most of all.
Long had the days of glory and valor slipped through his fingertips, leaving nothing more than a hollow shell to serve. “Another..”
Day turned to night, night turned to day, the world seemed to no longer matter as the Klingon cast aside pride. “Another…” Even the ships counciler met him with abstain. She didn’t show it outwardly but he could smell her discontent. Offering a moment of weakness he would be further insulted with blind hatred. To weep openly before a crewmate who offered only the smallest of courtesy…
“ANOTHER!”
To be openly scorned for relaying the only information he could be allowed without breaching security…
“ANOTHER!!”
=/\= Combat difficulty exceeding level Ten is not authorized without clearance. =/\=

“You Artifical k’pekt” K’sang grabbed the nearest brazer and tipped it over. The swathing flame illuminating an armored Klingon warrior who lay on the floor, his eyes staring blankly at K’sang with his own D’k Tahg used to deal the final blow. “Even you can’t see me for who I am.”

-K’sang, CSO


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